Running Crazy With You Through the Night

I said something about Immortality

As she packed a blunt.

She was young and lost inside herself and

She somehow fancied me wise and somewhat noble.

Her hazel eyes were strained, exhausted and stoned.

Some irreversible confusion had settled around the darkened lines. She was perfect and I was gonna hurt her and I knew it.

She didn't seem nearly as convinced.

But...I was bad for her and I'd made that clear from the start.

I'd seen her a year before, drunk at the end of some stupid night and some makeshift bar. She was feigning rebellion in some faded black V neck. I'd taken off her off brand Ray-Bans and handed her my Versace's. Some sordid, calculated line to get her back to my room. She'd smiled then and reached for my hand.

I'd lied about the engraved elven band and she'd laughed...some naive, innocent giggle. Uncharacteristic of the tattooed, hardass exterior she produced. But, I let her fingers fumble with mine, for a moment... before she drew it back and glanced awkwardly around.

And here we were now. Her eyes meeting my glance in some bizarre sense of shame and tension. Some Madonna song as the soundtrack and I knew I'd fuck her. Even with my bruised jaw and her ashamed eyes and all our lies.